Do you know where their children are?...Do you care?They're withering away on desert plainsRotting flesh in withering painSickle skelatons who sleep in pissCovered in flies and fucking shitDo you care?They're quarantined by barbed wire fenceFilled with disease and massive stenchThere is no shelter they sleep on stoneThey watch eachother turn to boneDo you care?They're retarted zombies in huddled massLeft to rot like fucking trashAttention drops as bodies mountToo many victims to fucking count...Do you care?They're withering away on desert plainsRotting flesh in withering painSickly skelatons who sleep in pissNo human beings should have to live like thisYet you know where their children are,You see the pain and the suffering from your lavishly furnished materialistic shitholeYou cry crocodile tears for the poor wretched childrenThat inhabit the two-minute time slot between your favorite sitcomsThat seem to make everything betterWho should you care, after all, tehy're not your children...for now!